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Regulus’ heart breaks as he stands there, just behind the willow tree, watching James and Sirius roll around on the grass, play fighting in their own little world.

Of course he left him. Of course James would pick Sirius over Regulus, wouldn’t everyone? Regulus has never been picked first. Not once.

Not by his parents, who ignored him throughout his entire childhood to focus on framing Sirius as the perfect son and heir.

Not by Sirius, who ran away, picking James to be his brother and not bothering to ask Regulus to tag along.

Not in team games, where students would pick through the class one by one, and Regulus would be one of the last few standing.

Not by his friends, who all would chose their partners, or the other people in the group first. He joined last, it’s only fair.

Not even by the lizard who inhabits his dorm room, who picks the three other boys to crawl over to first, every time.

And certainly not by James.

He thought, for once, the cycle might be broken. He thought, for once, someone would pick him first. He’d get chosen over someone else, just once.

He should have known better.

He should have known that the moment Sirius found out about he and James sneaking around in dark corridors and whispering sweet words to each other, James would have to pick.

He was foolish to think James would pick him over Sirius. He was foolish to think that James would pick him over anyone.

And as Lily, with her fiery red hair pulled back into braids, comes marching over to the boys, snatching James up by his collar and earning herself a cheek kiss, Regulus realises he should have seen that coming too.

Not even two weeks has passed since Regulus placed second to his brother, as he does in fucking everything, and James has already moved on.

Regulus would never be anyone’s first choice, he should have known better.

He knows better now.

It’s not until three months later that Regulus finally shatters from it. The crushing weight of never being enough, never being someone’s first choice.

It’s Slytherin against Ravenclaw for the quidditch cup, and there in the crowd, he spots his brother and James.

They’re decked out in silver and blue, and they don’t look at Regulus, not even once.

Barty finds him in the showers, once the entire teams cleared out. He’s dressed in a confusing mix of blue and green, for his own house and his friends.

Hes crying. Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever cried this hard before. The water is pouring down over his head, and he’s still fully dressed in his uniform.

Slytherin lost. He lost them the match, because he was more focused on trying to catch James or Sirius looking his way just once than getting the snitch. They didn’t, and he lost.

Barty clearly doesn’t know how to handle this. The lowest he’s ever seen Regulus would have been prior to an exam he stressed himself out about. Besides, Barty has always been a little awkward when handling emotions.

Regulus tries to tell him to leave him be, he really does. But his words get all chocked up in his throat and he can’t get out much more than a wail or a sob. It fucking hurts.

“What’s the matter, Black?” Barty asks, switching the water off before crouching down in front of him, “What’s got your knickers in a twist, hey?”

“I-I’ll never be… good enough.” Regulus confesses. He’s never said it out loud before. He’s not a vulnerable person, he doesn’t do this. He knows better than to let out his sob story to someone, they can hold it over him one day. But he can’t help himself, he finds. He needs to get it off his chest before it rips him open, “I’ll never… b-be enough.”

Barty’s silent for a while, clearly unsure of what to say. It only makes Regulus sob more. He pulls his knees up to his chest and hides his head in his hand, and he fucking cries. He’s sure if anyone’s still out side, they’d hear it, but Barty locked the door when he came in. At least that’s something.

“I can never be enough.” Regulus sobs again, and this time Barty kicks into action.

He’s still awkward about it, Regulus can tell, he probably has better things to do than listen to Regulus cry as well, which only makes this worse. He pushes Regulus’ sopping hair out of his face and pats his face dry with the end of his Slytherin scarf before hauling them both to their feet.

“Who told ya that?” Barty asks, pulling his wand out to try his hand at a drying spell. It mostly works, so Regulus can’t complain.

“I don’t have to be told something to know it, Barty.” Regulus sniffles, wiping his eyes. They sting, and he knows he looks terrible, but there’s no use in worrying about that now.

“Well… I think, if you haven’t been told, it can’t be true.” Barty shrugs, tucking his wand back in his pocket.

“Fine.” Regulus nods, “My entire fucking family has told me then, on several occasions.”

“Oh.” Barty stills, and he has a look on his face of utter confusion.

Regulus shakes his head and goes to walk for the door, but he winces when he puts pressure on his ankle. He fell on it weirdly, midway through the match when he was knocked off his broom. It didn’t bother him before, but it does now.

“You hurt?” Barty asks, and Regulus nods.

Silently, Barty reaches out and wraps his arm around Regulus’ waist. He flinches at first, startled by the slightly intimate touch, but then Barty pulls Regulus to shift his weight, and he relaxes into it a little. Together, they walk back across the field, Barty carrying Regulus’ broom, and half of Regulus’ weight, and make their way back to the castle.

It’s oddly silent.

It’s always quiet, between them. Regulus isn’t much of a talker, and when Barty runs out of stupid things to say he goes quiet and people watches. He usually watches Regulus, since they’re always together, something that took a while to get used to. Barty really likes to watch Regulus read, it makes him a little self conscious of any strange expressions he might be making.

But it’s a strange sort of quiet now. It’s silent. Regulus isn’t talking, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he feels ashamed for breaking down like that. He doesn’t just break down. Men don’t fucking break down. Especially not in front of people like that. He feels embarrassed that Barty found him.

Well, he’s grateful it was Barty over anyone else, seeing as though they’re supposed to be close friends, Merlin forbid Sirius found him. But it’s still uncomfortable.

The only friend any of them have that likes to talk about feelings is Pandora. Regulus assumed this was because she was a girl, at first, however, Dorcas doesn’t like talking about them either. Pandoras just strange like that, she cares about people in odd ways. Sometimes it’s nice, but mostly it’s terrifying.

Barty looks like he wants to talk. He also looks like he wants to watch Regulus, but every time he turns his head to do so he probably sees the red rimming of Regulus’ eyes and finds something much uglier than usual. It only makes Regulus feel all the more ashamed.

Barty starts whistling. It’s not his regular noise filling whistles either, it’s his uncomfortable whistling. He doesn’t want to be here, Regulus can tell. Merlin, he needs to get away.

“Going back to your dorm?” Barty asks as they round a corridor in the castle.

Regulus nods, “Is Evan-“

“He’s there.” Barty says, “Cas too… dunno about Dora, she’s always off with the fairies. If she’s not hugging Dorcas about their loss then I dunno where she is.”

Regulus goes tense, “I don’t want them to see me.”

Barty stops and swallows, “Okay… how about my dorm then? My roommates are all down by the lake. They snagged some firewhisky.”

“Okay.” Regulus agrees, because he has no where else to go.

Once settled in Barty’s dorm, Regulus changes into more comfortable clothes. Plaid pyjama pants and a green knitted sweater he knows is his own that went “missing” last year. He doesn’t question it, Barty’s strange like that. He likes to collect things, and especially Regulus’ things.

They’re both sitting on his bed, Regulus tucked up under the covers and Barty sitting on the other end. He’s flipping through one of his dorm mates magazines and whistling to himself, his regular whistling again. It calms Regulus a bit.

Lying there, stuck with his own thoughts, he can’t hide from the images that pop into his mind every time he closes his eyes. All of Sirius and James, all of them examples where Regulus placed last.

There’s so many it’s hard to filter out which ones are new and which ones are old.

They all hurt just the same.

“Whatcha crying about now?” Barty asks, looking over at Regulus. He didn’t even realise he was crying again, but he is. “Did I do something wrong? I’ll fix it, whatever. Get ya whatever you need, promise.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Regulus sniffles, rolling onto his back to look up at the ceiling. Barty’s stuck posters up there, muggle ones of girls on motorcycles and punk bands, just to piss off his dad. “I’m just…”

“Go on.” Barty asks, sitting up now, cross legged and attentive. “There’s no one here, just me. Promise I’ll never tell.”

Regulus sighs and fiddles with his fingers, “I don’t need your pity, Barty. I’ve survived this long, I can survive some more.”

“Yeah, but you’re crying.” He says, and Regulus glares at him. “What? I ain’t seen you cry before, it’s weird. I know it’s really gotta be botherin ya if you’re crying like this. What would Dora say?”

“She’d probably try to hug me and make me cry more.” Regulus offers.

“Do you want… me to- uhm, hug you?”

“No.” Regulus glares at him. “I don’t want your pity, I said.”

“It’s not my pity, Regulus!” Barty splutters, “It’s a bloody hug. Dora says there really good for ya! I love her hugs, you know. Get ‘em all the time. I- I know I’m no Pandora but… I mean, I can offer ya a real bony one.”

Regulus snickers and looks back up at the roof, “No thanks. That’s weird.”

“Is it?” Barty asks, “Cause… cause I’ve been listening to what she’s sayin and… I think it would be nice.”

“If I hugged you right now?” Regulus raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah… and other times.” Barty shrugged, “I dunno, might be dumb but… we’re supposed to be friends, ya know? Friends hug. Cas hates ‘em, unless they’re from Dora, but Evan and I hug sometimes.”

“You’re being weird.”

“I’m not trying to.” Barty frowned, “I just… I care about you, I suppose.”

Regulus swallowed. The only person who’s said that before has been Pandora, but she cares about everyone.

Barty… well, he doesn’t care about much at all. He cares about so little, that Regulus thought the only thing he probably cared about was pissing off his dad and Pandora herself. But apparently that’s not true.

Regulus doesn’t want to believe it. He doesn’t want to hurt himself by believing that he could be one of the very few things Barty has come to care about.

But they’re friends, and Barty watches him a lot, and collects Regulus’ things, and helps him when he cries, and offers to hug him.

Now Regulus is crying for a whole other reason.

“One hug?” Barty offers, sticking out his arms, “I’ll make it so quick and if you hate it we don’t ever have to do it again.”

Regulus contemplates it. He doesn’t remember the last time he was hugged.

He knows the last good one was Pandora, maybe last year, when they were leaving for summer. Quick and carefree. The last bad one, that was James. Not that it was bad at the time, but it hurts to think about now. It was false stability and ended in heartbreak. The last time he was hugged to be soothed though? His mind takes him back to Sirius, when they were still little.

“Fine.” Regulus mutters, sitting up under the covers, “But make it quick.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Barty nods and moves in, “Sorry if I’m uncomfortable.”

Regulus nods and sits very still as Barty wraps himself around Regulus’ shoulders. It’s awkward, to say the least. They’ve never done this before, and they’re going about it very strangely.

“Reg… you gotta relax a bit.”

“How am I supposed to relax when I have a boney man attached to me?”

Barty scoffs and squeezes him a little tighter, “Just put your head on my shoulder, orrite. Relax, just for a second.”

Regulus huffs but does it anyway. He leans his head over to rest on Barty’ shoulder and drops his own, and… oh, it’s nice. It’s actually really, really nice. Barty’s soothing his back, and twisting his finger around the end of Regulus’ hair. And it’s nice.

He can’t even feel Barty’s ribs poking him or anything. It’s really, really cosy.

Regulus pushes him away, wiping his tears.

Barty gives him a guilty smile, “Terrible?”

“No.” Regulus sniffles, “It was actually grossly nice.”

Barty snickers and nods his head, “Well, if you ever need another hug, I’ll give ya as many as ya kneed.”

“Thanks.”

“No problems, Black.”

Regulus fiddles with the ends of his sleeve, refusing to look up at Barty, who he knows is sitting there and staring. He’s so quiet, when he stares. It’s as if any noise Barty makes would ruin his ability to set his full attention solely on Regulus.

It’s so strange. He’s so strange.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Regulus mumbles.

“What, that we hugged?” Barty laughs.

“No.” He scoffs, “What I said before, wanker. In the showers.”

“Oh.” Barty nods, “Well, I wasn’t gonna anyway. Course not, Reg. I know you. I know you hate people knowing your business.”

Regulus nods, “You really wouldn’t have told anyone? Not even Dora?”

“Cross my heart.” Barty smiles, doing just that, “I know she’s my best friend, but you are too. It means something, you know?”

“Oh.” Regulus mumbles.

Barty can only laugh at him, and Regulus turns a little pink.

“Can I… no, don’t worry about it.”

“No, go on.” Barty offers, “It’s just you and me.”

Regulus sighs, “I just… I’m tired of not being good enough, Barty.”

“I dunno what you mean, Black. You’re bloody brilliant.” Barty says, flopping down on his back like a starfish, “You shoulda been in Ravenclaw with your smarts, and not to mention your skills as a seeker. You’re top of the class, Reggie, course you’re good enough.”

Regulus thinks Barty will never understand how much that singular sentence fucking means to him, even if he tries to explain it. It stings, how good it feels to hear it. He never has. Not once.

“Not just in school, Barty. Everywhere else.” Regulus mumbles, wiping his teary eyes. They’re stinging again, and he really doesn’t want to cry, but he knows he will. It’s so stupid. “Everything else. I’m just…”

Barty rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his elbow to look at Regulus, “Like, with your family?”

Regulus nods, chewing on a hangnail.

“Yeah, I get that.” Barty sighs, “Is this about… those who must not be named?”

Regulus closes his eyes to compose himself, and nods again.

“Right.” Barty says, “Did Sirius do something? You know he barked at me the other day, like a fucking dog. So I’ll go hex him, happily, if you want?”

“No, Barty. Don’t.” Regulus shook his head, “He didn’t… I… they both just…”

“Go on.” Barty said softly, softer than Regulus has ever heard him speak before as he slowly sits up to get level with him.

“I’ll always be second best.” Regulus mutters, and then he starts crying again. Hot tears down his cheeks, redness in his eyes, stuttering over himself as he shakes.

“Oh, Reg…”

“He- he just picked James, over his own blood brother. Every time it’s James and… and I… and James just… I loved him. I loved him Barty, I was in love with him. I think part of me still is, but… he, he picked Sirius too. He picked Sirius, and Lily, because she’s just… she’s so pretty, and smart, and she’s got everything that I’ve got but, she’s just… she’s just so much better.” Regulus heaved, pressing a hand to his chest, “Everywhere, I see it everywhere. Not just with them, but mostly, I- I’ll never… I’ve never been someone’s first choice, Barty. Ever. And I don’t think I ever will be. No one picks me just because they can.”

His shoulders shake as he cries, his breath short and stuttered. When Barty reaches out in offer for another hug, Regulus falls forward into his arms, head pressed against his friends chest.

It feels so safe there, to be cradled in Barty’s arms, it’s warm. He cries a puddle through his sweater, but Barty doesn’t seem to mind.

“Shh, Reggie.” Barry sooths, lightly scratching his nails over Regulus’ back and sifting his fingers through his hair. “Just breathe, love. Just breathe.”

Regulus follows his command, taking deep breaths and timing them with the rise and fall of Barty’s chest beneath his head. He relaxes there, letting his eyes fall shut, and Barty continues to rub his back and play with his hair.

“I’m so tired.” Regulus mumbles through the last of his tears, “I’m going to fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“That’s okay.” Barty laughs softly, “How about we lie down?”

“Isn’t that weird?” Regulus asks.

“Isn’t everything I do weird?”

Regulus shrugs and follows when Barty pulls him down to lay against the pillows. Barty slips under the covers with him, and pulls Regulus’ head against his chest again. Bartys heart is beating faster than it should be, but Regulus ignores it and wiggles around until he’s comfortable.

Once again, Barty strokes his back and scratches his scalp, and folds himself into Regulus a little.

He presses a little kiss to the top of Regulus’ head, and his heartbeat speeds up rapidly.

Regulus tenses, “Why is your heart beating like that, Barty? Are you okay? Did I make you uncomfortable?” He questions, already coming up with a million terrible reasons for it. He’s been so stupidly selfish about his own problems he didn’t even notice how uncomfortable he’s made his supposed best friend.

“No…” Barty half follows as Regulus sits up, leaning back on his elbows, “No, Reg. Obviously not.”

Regulus’ shoulders relax a little, “Well, then what is it?”

Barty looks away, “Come on, don’t tease, Reggie. I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m not teasing.” He shakes his head, “What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem, obviously.” Barty snickers, “Come on, we can just… we can forget about it by tomorrow if it’s weird.

“What’s weird, Crouch?” Regulus pressed, “I don’t understand.”

Barty looked at him for a moment, eyebrows drawn together in the middle, and his mouth slowly fell open, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Regulus asked.

“About me…”

“About you… what?” Regulus shook his head.

“About…” Barty sighed, shaking his head in delirium. He laughed, at himself, mostly, which only confused Regulus more, “Everyone said it was obvious. I just thought we both… I thought we had an understanding. That we’d both ignore it and go on with our lives.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Barty?” Regulus asked, shoving at his chest.

“Oi!” Barty snickered, “That I… well… I thought you knew you’d be my first choice for everything.”

Regulus froze, scowling at him for a moment, “Don’t tease-“

“Not teasing, Reggie.” Barty looked away, taking a short breath. “Look, if it’s… if it’s too weird, I get it. But, I’m okay pretending, if you want.”

“P-pretending?” Regulus whispered.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, sitting up and loosely hugging his knees, “Pretending I’m not in love with you.”

Regulus didn’t have an answer for that. He was truely wound speechless. Barty… loves him?

“I meant it… I’d pick- I’d pick you over everything else in this world. I really mean it, Reggie. I promise.” Barty mumbled, “You’re my first pick, always have been.”

Regulus’ heart stops in his chest for a moment. His throat hurts and his eyes sting again. Regulus doesn’t think he’s cried as much as he has today through his entire life, including when he was a baby.

He can’t help it, crying again. Because Regulus believes him. Barty’s always been devastatingly honest, even at the worst of times. So why would he lie about this? And he looks so earnest, sounds it too. He sounds like he really, truely means it.

No ones ever picked Regulus first, besides Barty Crouch Jr, who has a collection of Regulus’ things, and who stares at him unashamedly, and consoles Regulus when he cries even if it makes him uncomfortable.

And Regulus has been too self centred to ever notice.

But Barty is in love with him, and by the sounds of it he has been for a while. Apparently everyone knows it.

He thinks about it for a moment, while he sobs and cries and heaves. Barty does all that he can to soothe him, reaching out to wipe away tears, and hold him, and rub his arms and back.

Regulus doesn’t think he’s ever felt as safe as he doesn’t when he’s around Barty. Which is an odd thing to realise, because Barty is kind of a loose cannon. He’s violent, and angry, and snarky and rude. But with Regulus he’s always… well, he’s funny, and he can still be a little rude sometimes, but he’s also kind and generous and a little odd.

Regulus now realises all that oddness he’s noticed is just things Barty does that signals he’s in love with him. But Regulus has never noticed, he’s never looked to see how Barty doesn’t do all these very things with other people.

He’s Barty’s first choice.

And now that he thinks of it, Barty might just be his.

He’s the only person Regulus trusts to see him like this. Not even Pandora could, as much as he loves her. Regulus just hates being vulnerable. But he supposed it’s a little different with Barty, because he’s always been a little vulnerable with Regulus.

It’s comforting, to say the least, to have confirmation that he’s wanted. That he’s cared for. That he’s somebodies first choice.

And Barty loves him, which is strange. He’s never looked at Barty in that way before. And sure, Barty makes plenty of jokes about finding Regulus fit and wanting to snog him and so on and so forth, but he’s never thought too deeply about it.

He does that with other people, doesn’t he?

Now that Regulus thinks about it, he definitely doesn’t do it as much as he does it to Regulus.

Barty pulls away, rubbing up and down Regulus’ biceps, as he gives a nervous smile. It’s crooked, like most of Barty’s smiles, but this time Regulus really notices it.

“I’m sorry if it’s weird, I dunno what to do, Reggie.” Barty tries, “How do I stop you crying?”

Regulus sniffled and blinked his tears away slowly, refusing to cry anymore. His cheeks are all wet and sticky, and his eyes fucking ache, as well as his throat, but he’s not thinking about that.

“Do you really mean that?” Regulus sniffles, and he blinks away a few more tears, “Me being your first choice?”

“Of course, why would I lie about that, Reg. It clearly means a lot to you- I just… I thought you knew.”

Regulus scrunches up his nose, “Well, why would I cry about how I’m no one’s first choice if I knew I was yours?”

Barty’s quiet for a moment. He retracts his hands and ducks his head to mumble, “I just thought… well I thought I didn’t really matter, at the end of it all.” He shrugged, “I’d do anything for you- I already have, you know, and… I just… I thought you knew. And I thought it didn’t matter to you because… well, I’m the same, I suppose. I don’t think anyone’s picked me first either.”

“You still… even thinking that I just- I just didn’t care about you, or your feelings or… or anything at all, you still…” Regulus scrunched up his nose, ducking his head to catch Barty’s eye, “You still would have picked me first?”

Barty nodded, “Done anything for you.”

“Oh.” Regulus whispered, shaking his head, “Barty…”

“Yeah?” Barty asked, swallowing a large lump in his throat.

Regulus kisses him. No thoughts, no warnings, no nothing at all. He just leans forward and kisses him right on the mouth.

Barty pulls away first, almost immediately, wide eyed and startled, “What the fuck did you do that for?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus muttered, touching his lips, “You just… I… you love me, and… fuck, Barty. You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah.” Barty nodded, there’s water in his eyes now, and Regulus can tell he’s trying to hold it back, “And you just kissed me. Please don’t- don’t do that. I’m… I can’t handle that, Reg. I can handle us being friends, even though it’s driving me mad, but… I just- I can’t-“

“Well, don’t you want to be more?”

“Fucking hell, Regulus.” Barty leers back.

“What?” Regulus scoffs.

“You can’t just fucking… don’t say that.” He shakes his head, taking a moment to compose himself, “Don’t be stupid, orrite. I can’t fucking… I love you, Reggie. I can’t handle… possibilities because I’m just… I’m gonna drive myself crazy thinking about them. And that’s not good.”

“I’ve never had someone love me before, Barty.” Regulus whispers, “I’ve never had someone… I want- I want to chose you too. You’re my best friend, and I already do choose you. But I want to do it more. I want to… please?”

“I don’t understand, Reg.” Barty whispered back.

Regulus took his hand, smoothing his fingers over Barty’s rigid knuckles. They’re rough and scarred, just as they always are. Just as Regulus knows them to be.

“I don’t really either, Barty.” He admits, “I never knew you felt that way, and I’ve never thought about it- you- us. I’ve never thought about us like that before, but I… I can picture it.”

Barty closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Barty. I don’t want to lead you on. I want to try. Don’t you want to try?”

Barty keeps his eyes sealed shut and he shakes his head no, “What happens when you get bored of me? What- what happens when Potter comes crawling back to you? What happens when you realise I’m fucking… more insane than you thought? I’d- don’t tempt me, Regulus, because I meant what I said, I’d do anything for you.” Barty’s breath trembles, “I’d kill him, I’d kill them both. I’d kill all of them, just to make you happy. So you never feel like a second choice to them ever again- I- I mean it, Regulus.”

“I know.” Regulus breaths, and it scares him, what Barty’s saying, because he does know. It’s not just words. But those words aren’t the part that scare him, it’s the fact that he likes it that does. It makes him want. “I know, Barty. And I know that if I hurt you, truly, truly hurt you like this, you’d make my life a living hell. I know.”

“What about Potter?” Barty asks, trying to mask tears of his own, “Don’t you love him?”

“Maybe.” Regulus admits, regretfully so, “But I don’t want to. He’d never… he could never love me the way you could anyway. The way that I need.”

“And how do you need it?”

“To be your first choice.” Regulus whispered, “How do you need it, Barty?”

Barty took a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment. He looked up at Regulus with a pout and hopeful eyes, “I just want to be good enough for love before anything else.”

Regulus smiles, “You are.”

Barty shakes his head.

“You are.” Regulus confirms, “To me, you are.”

Barty sniffles, “Do you love me… like that?”

Regulus sighs, “N… no.” He scolds himself for the truth, because it seems to shatter Barty’s heart to pieces. “But I want to, Barty… I want to love you the way you do me. And I think I will. You just have to let me.”

“Really?” Barty sobs.

Regulus nods, “Will you let me?”

Barty nods and leans back in, and Regulus kisses him again. They both had wet cheeks, and headaches, and heartaches from crying, but they kiss anyway. And Regulus cries again, for hopefully the last time, because Barty kisses like he never wants to stop.

Regulus has never been kissed like that before.

Regulus has never been loved before.

He thinks with Barty, he might just be enough.

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Bartylus shippers unite.

This one’s so angsty I’m sorry but I can’t help it and yerr Reggie kinda has misogynistic views which is gross but it’s the fucking 70’s and look at his parents. I USUALLY write them all to be better than that and not arseholes but I wanted to make this one hurt.

Also I don’t think I’ve written from Reggie’s pov before sooooo that was interesting.

Idk I liked this. Let me know your thoughts :)

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Tagging everyone that expressed interest in the angsty bartylus one shot lmao: @lapassemirroir @mayflywrites @garlicbread4ever @moonyluv-s @managingmischeif @stxr-bxy @the-lionsheart @crimsonlovebartylus

#bartylus #regulus black #barty crouch jr #using Jegulus as a plot point for bartylus 😬🤭👀🤷#Reggie has so many big feelings but he’s never got to express them before the poor baby #it’s okay. Barty’s here to save the day #also Barty is a Ravenclaw. and so skinny it’s concerning. he’s trying to defy his dad by being the opposite of the big man he wants him 2 b #Barty is also awkward. not good at emotions but feels them so violently anyway. Barty is also a loose fucking cannon.#barty thinks he doesn’t matter when he actually matters to regulus most of all. they both just didn’t know it yet #and then they kiss and get married and have lots of babies #pandora my beloved and lily both get honerable mentions of being wonderful wonderful women. even though Reggie hates Lily he still thinks #she’s amazing #marauders #slytherin skittles #prev Jegulus #barty x regulus #fluff at the end #angst #kinda Jegulus slander #fluff if you squint #so much angst #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s #RAB #Barty jr #Reggie

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faustinio27 · 2 months

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Happy birthday Hogwarts Legacy 🎊🥹🎊

A year ago, because of this game, I met my MC Faustine Daemon. And I never thought I'll be so invested one year later. Whatever people say about it, this game made me dream, and it continues to do so thanks to the fandom. I've met some incredible people, made great friends, drawn, read and written, and I hope to keep it up for a while. And as many of you, I cherish my MC with all my heart. She's my moon child, my refuge, and I look forward to continuing to create with her ✨

So thank you, Avalanche, for allowing me to do all of this

And thanks to all of you to continue to support me for a whole year 💙💙💙

Commission by the amazing @vienguin

#what do you mean I'm a day late #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hphl mc #hphl oc #faustine daemon #hphl #hogwarts oc #harry potter #ravenclaw #not my art #hogwarts legacy fanart

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all-things-nice-and-sexy · 2 years

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1st day back at Hogwarts

#ravenclaw #hogwarts school #hogwarts #Hogwarts day #1st day at Hogwarts

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slyterinthings · 6 days

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Ravenclaw: Why is there a skeleton in your closet?

Slytherin: That's just great grandma Betsy, don't mind her.

Ravenclaw:

Ravenclaw: and that's supposed to make it any better?

Slytherin*shrugs*

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incorrect-slytherin-quotes · 1 year

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Hey! I really love ur Slytherclaw posts! Can u make smth where Slytherin flirts with Ravenclaw, pleasee!!!!

first off, thanks for asking (srly submit more ppl) secondly, omgg that's so sweet of u <333, also I wrote a few multiple actually cuz ask and u shall receive

(warning: suggestive at the end, sry abt that)

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Ravenclaw: can 2023 be the year i become hot

Slytherin: No but it can become the year you realize you always were.

Ravenclaw: (///_///)

Hufflepuff: Aw this is the cutest

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Slytherin: Why aren't you dating anyone, rave?

Ravenclaw: Because I don't want to. Why aren't you?

Slytherin: Because you don't want to

Ravenclaw: (///_///)

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Ravenclaw, drunk: buy me cute underwear and i will let u see me wearing it

Slytherin, also drunk: If I buy you nothing, can I see you wearing that?

Ravenclaw: (///_///)

Gryffindor, sober: stop plss, just stop

#raventalks #slytherin #hogwarts houses #incorrect hogwarts quotes #hogwarts #incorrect slytherin quotes #incorrect hogwarts houses #ravenclaw #incorrect hogwarts house quotes #slytherclaw headcanon #slytherclaw #incorrect slytherclaw #slytherin x ravenclaw #asks like these just make my day 💚#ask #ask response #slytherclaw flirting series

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morelikeravenbore · 26 days

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🦋 Happy Ravenclaw Pride Day from my lil Aquarian Ravenclaw bebe, who:

✨wears her uniform like its haute couture

✨is quiet and guarded, but gentle and kind

✨is made up of equal parts intelligence and tenacity (or stubbornness, depending on who you ask *coughSebastiancough*), who will stand by her sense of moral righteousness even if it kills her.

#aurelie collins #ravenclaw #ravenclaw pride day #hogwarts legacy #ravenclaw oc #hogwarts legacy ravenclaw #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy screenshots

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theravenchild · 4 months

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Because of his towering height, Wren just knows she wouldn’t barely reach the top of Hellendil’s head, ergo this particular festive surprise calls for a different strategy.

She waits, and waits, crossing the Common Room in a casual manner now and then. Until Hellendil finally takes a seat by an arch window with a book in hand.

The perfect opportunity presents itself; as Hellendil turns a page, Wren soundlessly whips out a Christmas hat and puts it over the unsuspecting boy’s head, quick but meticulous as to not tousle his majestic hair.

As quickly as she appeared, she hurries down the stairs, though her fading laughter surely gives her away.

A cold snowy day was the perfect time to stay indoors in the common room and read. At least that was Hellendil's feeling on the matter. He'd been meaning to read the copy of A Christmas Carol his elder sister had sent him anyway. He remembered the tale from his childhood when his mother would read it to him and his siblings, but he hadn't heard it in some time and had never read it himself.

Wanting to watch the snow swirling outside, he settles into a chair by the windows, turning it so he can glance outside from time to time. Engrossed in his reading, he doesn't notice his fellow Ravenclaw sneaking up behind him. As he turns the page, he feels the sudden pull of a hat down over his head.

He chuckles as he pushes the hat up a bit and turns to try and catch his benefactor, but she's gone just as fast as she appeared. He recognizes the laughter of his retreating friend and vows to return the gesture in the coming days.

#Hellendil #wren #ravenclaw #hogwarts legacy #hlrp #[Sorry it took me a few days! This was so cute I just had to do a render for it]#❤️

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thefangirlofhp · 6 months

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25. fireplace

“Now why would I do that?”

Elain looks over from her Herbology textbook at Azriel, hunched over the long table reading yesterday’s print of The Daily Prophet. Next to them, Rhysand and Cassian have settled into a game of chess a few minutes ago.

“Come on, mate,” Rhys persuades him, from where he’s sitting next to Elain. “Mum would love to have you there. We’d have proper fun. Cassian’s coming.”

Cassian snaps his head up from the chess board and pointedly glares at Rhys. “I said I’m going if Az is.”

“Shut up,” Rhys waves him quiet. “Mor will be there.”

“She’s your cousin, of course she is,” Azriel replies, uninterested, as he turns a page. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Now you aren’t,” Rhys argues. “But it’s not for another two weeks. Eh? I could lend you guys some of my clothes, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting fitted or anything. Better yet, Mum would make you robes on the spot if I tell her you’re coming.”

“Rhys, man,” Azriel sighs, and lays a scarred hand flat on top of the newspaper. “I’m really honored you want me there, but it’s not my crowd.”

“It’s a New-Years ball, at my parents’,” Rhys reiterates. “We’ll fuck around with the guests for a bit, steal a couple of drinks, break into Dad’s office, and have fun at my place. What about that isn’t your crowd?”

Azriel blinks down at the paper, quiet, as a muscle in his jaw flickers. Cassian glances at him, before turning back to Rhys.

“Maybe drop it?” Cassian suggests quietly. “Don’t pressure him.”

“You’re gonna make a move or not?!” demands a chess piece, that Rhys promptly moves before looking back at Azriel.

“What are you even going to do over the holidays?” Rhys asks. “Stay here alone all break?”

“I’ve got work to catch on,” Azriel replies quietly. “I’m way back.”

“Hey, I’ve got you covered on that,” Rhys presses. “And the professors understand. Come to the ball, change of air. What do you say?”

Elain leans against the table edge, watching Azriel purse his lips tightly.

“Sleep on it,” she suggests softly, as three pairs of eyes swivel to her. “Could be nice. Does he have to answer now?” she asks Rhys.

“No,” he quickly answers. “No, of course. She’s right. Think it over, yeah? You can’t let Cass go alone.”

Azriel nods once. “I’ll think about it.”

Rhys nods and returns to his and Cassian’s chess game. Elain meets Azriel’s eyes and offers an encouraging smile.

“Oh, and Elain, you’re welcome too, obviously,” Rhys remembers, a few minutes later. “Sorry, it slipped my mind.”

“Thank you,” she smiles politely. “It’d be a pleasure, but I’ve got plans with my family for the holiday.”

“Ah,” Rhys blinks. “That’s a shame. But have fun, yeah.”

She smiles again, and returns to her Herbology and swirling thoughts. She, too, like Azriel is very much behind on their work. Only Azriel has a plausible and legitimate reason but Elain’s is her lost grasp on reality. The stress makes it worse, as she’s realized, and this state of hers only generates more for her to worry over and on goes the vicious cycle.

She does think a change of scenery would be good for him; this year has been rough on all of them, but for Azriel it’s been one punch after the other. From being interrogated almost monthly by the Ministry aurors for potential relations to Hybern’s supporters (an unfortunate consequence of being the Shadowsinger family’s heir, the first actual shadowsinger in several generations) and most recently his mother’s passing away. Elain feels as if it has upended his life in a way, as whatever boy he was before this was no longer found in the aftermath. Azriel had left the school to bury her, and what came back was a solemn and reserved young man—granted he has always kept to himself, to a certain degree, but it was attributable to his shy nature and unique personality. But something was different, now, and Elain hopes it is only the grief.

When most of the students in the Great Hall have retired to their dormitories, and Elain’s too drowsy to make sense of the blurring words on the pages, Azriel takes a look at her and folds up the newspaper neatly.

“Come on,” he climbs over the table and shuts her textbook. “Bed.”

She yawns. “But ‘m not tired.”

“Elain, do you really want to risk actual sleep for half-assed no-yield studying?” Azriel packs her things up into her bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Could you guarantee another chance to sleep?”

She stands up, and follows him to the doors. “You’re right,” she mumbles. “But I want to stay up with you. I know you’re not getting any sleep.”

“I’m fine,” he replies. “It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Don’t have to,” she insists. “I’m right as rain.”

Azriel sighs. “Yeah. Plans with your family over the holidays? Since when?”

“Well, I am going to see Nesta, and spend time with Father,” Elain frowns. “What’s so unbelievable about that?”

Azriel raises a brow at her. “Didn’t you say your Father’s in Brazil?”

Elain blinks. “I actually forgot about that. But I’m going home, nonetheless. And you should stay with the Blackwoods. I hate to think of you here alone.”

“Look, let’s agree to suspend our mutual worry for each other and just focus on our own selves, how about that?”

Elain snorts. That meant she was winning. They reach the Hufflepuff corridor, and Elain turns to Azriel. “Hey,” she reaches out and squeezes his hand. “Think it over, really, okay?”

His eyes flicker over her face, his own unreadable and encrypted with his narrowed brows and clenched jaw. “I will,” he replies softly.

“Liar,” she breathes out.

He pauses.

“What are you hiding?” it is a rhetoric question, of course. If she thought whatever he had going on was something he could actually talk about, she’d have long ago pressed him for answers. But Elain kept his mother’s passing in mind, the bare minimum of excuses, while keeping a close eye on him. But she supposes what she wants to say is something like; I see you and I don’t understand, but I see something is the matter.

Azriel shakes his head a beat late. “Nothing,” he softly lies, and she supposes he knows already by now she can hear the lies just as well as the truth. “Good night, Elain.”

She watches him go. “Night, Az.”

#hogwarts!au #strikes again #reader: so it's really either a short nonsensical word vomit or an intricate scene from a fic with insider references and details #to the overall plot that you're not really revealing?#me: uh yeah :)) yes you are correct :))#elain archeron #rhysand #cassian #hufflepuff!elain #ravenclaw!azriel #slytherin!rhysand #gryffindor!cassian #no i will not accept any different houses this is final #although i would turn a blind eye to rhys being in ravenclaw but his slytherin characteristics are overwhelming #maybe one day i'll get to sit down and write this entirely #when i'm done with apaixonar and the last chapter of loea #hogwarts elriel #because i am a sucker for that #cheers

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catohphm · 27 days

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Happy Ravenclaw Pride Day from me and my birb OCs, Cato, Danny and Brian! 💙🦅

#ravenclaw #ravenclaw pride #ravenclaw pride day

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animasola86 · 7 months

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New Angles of Sebastian Sallow

(aka the cutscene that drove me freaking insane because Mr Sallow here kept teleporting all over the place! And pause didn't work >_>)

Excuse me, sir? 👀

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow screenshots #sebastian sallow herbology #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mods #hogwarts legacy screenshots #ravenclaw mc #hogwarts legacy mc #screenshots #screencaps #my screenshots #my screencaps #this took hours days years out of my life #he's worth it though

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warty-hog-legacy · 1 year

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Sebastian and Clara

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #clara white #my art #took 3 days b/c of health reasons but the art mojo is back folks #slytherin #ravenclaw #you cannot tell me he doesnt shuck his robes and coat when he can b/c better movement

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chocotacoshawtybae · 16 days

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‼️NOT MY EDIT‼️

this song takes me back to the fall of 2020. what a time it was 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

edit of the dayyy 😝😝

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douevenbleachbro · 8 months

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Ichigo and Rukia Get A Room (Finally!)

Day 5: I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Rating: E/M (It's smut ya'll. No plot lives here)

Not many knew of the Room of Requirements. Those who did know, knew that the room would show to those who found it whatever they needed. Some needed a place to hide, others a quiet place to study, and some wanted to simply be back in their bedroom at home because they were homesick.

Right now, Ichigo and Rukia needed to get a room.

Fresh off of Gryffindor's Quidditch win, Ichigo had slid out of the common room post-game celebration, trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be having his hair and face. It didn't help that he had become the most notorious 7th year in Hogwarts for his stellar gameplay and excellent grades, as well as his head-turning good looks. Girls at Hogwarts seem to have a hard time keeping their squealing and giggling to themselves. He did not like the attention, preferring to keep a low profile.

Which is what he needed right now. He needed to make it to the 7th floor unnoticed. He slung his hood over his bright hair and tried to slip away without alerting the Fat Lady in the painting. Luckily for him, she was distracted by a fellow painting, so he sprinted away as stealthily as he could. Reaching the bottom of some stairs, he pulled out a tattered map and tapped the parchment three times.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he whispered, eyes darting around to make sure no person (or ghost) was around. Ink started to swirl and snake around the old parchment, forming paths and words. The once empty piece of parchment was now an intricate map of all of Hogwart's visible and hidden places. It also showed him where everyone was. There, on the 7th floor at the end of a hallway was the room of requirement, and inside was the name 'Kuchiki Rukia.' Ichigo smiled. Of course, she would already be there. He knew better than to think her eager. He knew better than anyone how Rukia would organize and map out every single step she took in a day, especially the days they would meet. They didn't get many opportunities to get time alone, what with finals and Quidditch and trying to figure out what they were doing after school was done and over, so it was important to Rukia to ensure every meet-up was as efficient and productive as possible.

"That's not very sexy Kuchiki," Ichigo had said one particularly rainy afternoon they had spent at Hogsmeade. She simply shrugged, sipping her butterbeer.

"I don't have one of your fancy little maps, so I do what I can," she chirped, eyes closed and chin up. She would've looked very dignified if she hadn't had a full foam mustache.

Darting up the stairs, Ichigo kept to the dark corners and empty rooms, making sure to dodge and avoid any teachers or unfriendly ghosts. He almost had a run-in with As-Nodt, the creepy groundskeeper, but managed to dodge him by scuttling into a hidden room on the 5th floor. After some more weaving and dodging, Ichigo finally reached the 7th floor. The Room of Requirement materialized before him and he could feel his heart beating against his ribs. He tapped his map with his wand once again - "mischief managed"- and took a deep breath, before entering the room.

He was greeted by the soft scent of freesia and fresh snow. The room was warm and toasty thanks to the big fireplace burning at the end of the room. The large windows that took up most of the walls were covered in snow and the corners where the light of the fire couldn't reach were lit by floating candles. There were plants and flowers all around the walls, and cushions, rugs, and pillows everywhere on the floor. It was truly a soft and cozy place they had made up for themselves.

In the middle of the room, in front of the fireplace, sat Rukia. As expected, she had a huge book open in front of her. She was looking up at the ceiling, her wand raised as snowflakes danced down and settled on her hair. She had loosened her usual side ponytail, her dark hair flowing down her back and spilling around her. It shined against the paleness of her skin and the white of the falling snow. Noticing him, Rukia turned, a wide smile spreading on her flushed face. Ichigo couldn't help smiling back.

"Ichigo, look! I finally got it!" Rukia waved her wand a little too enthusiastically, the snowflakes swirling faster around her, forming a snowball. She gasped and flinched against the cold water that was about to get dunked on her if Ichigo hadn't thrown a shield over her head. Looking up, Rukia saw the water trickle down the sides of the shield. Ichigo kneeled next to her, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, maybe I need to pay more attention to my wrist movements."

"Yeah, maybe," Ichigo whispered, his lips already ghosting over her throat, sending shivers down her spine. She huffed softly, the hair on her face flying forward.

"A little eager, aren't we?" She teased, a little breathless. Ichigo pressed his lips and tongue on the skin behind her ears, pushing her back into the plush cushions under them. Her soft hiss of pleasure made him smile.

"Productive and efficient, right Kuchiki?" He nipped at her jaw, his hands now sliding down her thighs. He settled himself between her legs, pressing into her. Her hips responded with a push, making them moan. "Which, by the way, you didn't follow today, seeing as how you're still fully in your uniform," he tugged a her blue tie, loosening it and sliding it off her collar. Rukia's hands started working on the buttons of his shirt.

"I got distracted. I've been working on that bloody spell for ages," she yanked his shirt off and moved down to his pants as Ichigo continued to pepper her throat and collarbone with nips and kisses. He started following Rukia's moves and almost ripped her shirt off in his desperation. "Don't you dare Kurosaki! I don't want to mend another shirt!" He would've answered if he wasn't so busy with kissing her chest and removing her bra. Rukia let go of his pants and opted to run her fingers into his hair as his mouth caught one of her breasts. His tongue laved at her until her nipple was a hardened peak, then moved to the next one. The feeling of his hot tongue on her always set every nerve on fire, making her instantly wet. He could make her come just like that, with his tongue on her chest and his hips grinding into her, but not tonight.

Releasing her nipple with a pop, Ichigo slid up, reaching her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth, finding hers. They kissed, deep and hungry, whilst Ichigo slid a hand down to her ass and squeezed.

"Sorry we beat you guys so badly today," he teased, going for her neck again. Rukia rolled her eyes.

"You're not sorry at all, Kurosaki. Besides, our Seeker is shit." That got a huff of laughter from Ichigo, who went to kiss her again.

"So it's not that I'm good, it's that they were shit?" He kissed down her body, nipping at her flat tummy, his tongue circling her navel. Rukia giggled at the ticklish feeling.

"No, no, you guys were good. You were great, actually." Ichigo stopped and looked up, genuine surprise on his face.

"Was that a compliment?" Rukia shrugged and giggled again, the sound making the beating on his ribs skip a beat. Merlin was he embarrasing.

"Credit were credit's due, Kurosaki. Besides, it's the end of the year so, what the hell." Ichigo snorted.

"Spoken like a true Ravenclaw. Maybe I'll finally get a proper answer to my confession?" He asked teasingly, returning to play at her navel. Rukia laughed.

"Oh, I haven't given you an answer to that yet? How horrible of me!"

"Yes, absolutely ghastly behavior from the Kuchiki Princess," Ichigo bit into her inner thigh, close to where she wanted him but not close enough. He pressed his tongue on the bite, soothing the sting, and continued a path down, down, closer to her center. Rukia's fingers were digging into his scalp, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to pin her, breathing hotly at her now dripping pussy. "I think you deserve a little punishment for that."

"Ichigo," Rukia moaned, parting her thighs further to give him more access. Just the feeling of his breath on her had her head spinning and she just knew he was going to drag this out. He was always in a great mood after winning a match, which meant he would bring that excess adrenaline to her. Not that she minded, but it had been a stressful week and they hadn't seen each other and she missed him and...

All thoughts flew out once Ichigo's tongue pressed hard against her clit. Rukia's head slammed back against a cushion as she moaned loudly. Her nails scraped against his skull, but he didn't care. The sting was a good way to keep focused and not make a mess of himself just off of Rukia's voice. He lapped and sucked and bit at her clit and lips, relishing how wet she was for him. With his tongue still hot on her, he slid a finger into her, then another, pushing and pulling slowly as his tongue continued its onslaught on her pussy. Rukia came hard on his fingers and into his mouth, her back arching off the floor. Ichigo kept his tongue pressed against her clit as she rode her orgasm, the sensitivity making her legs close around his head instinctively. Ichigo kept the weight of his arms on her thighs to stop her from crushing him. It didn't take long for Ichigo to have Rukia trembling with another shattering orgasm with the way he moved his wicked tongue on her. It left her a whimpering mess with her hair sticking to her sweaty face. Ichigo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling wolfishly. He brushed the hair away from her face and forehead, staring at how beautifully her long hair fanned around her. Rukia huffed.

"Stop staring." Ichigo leaned down, his nose brushing hers. He kissed her again, softly first, then deeper. She could taste herself in his mouth, making her blush. His hands roamed her body, running down her spine, brushing the side of her breasts, sliding down her back and hooking under her ass, lifting her slightly. He positioned himself, hard and dripping, at her entrance. Grabbing his dick, he brushed his tip up and down her lips, coating himself with her slick and thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling out her mouth. He rubbed his shaft along her pussy, making her gasp at the mind-numbing feeling of pleasure she felt from having him on her. She was sure the sheets and cushions under her were soaked by now with the way she was gushing.

"Ichigo...Ichigo please..." Rukia keened, her hips thrusting up. He adjusted his hands again to make sure he was gripping her ass tight as he slid slowly into her, stretching her. Rukia's mouth hung open on a long moan as he pushed deeper, filling her. Ichigo grunted with effort as he bottomed out, his fingers clutching her tightly. They were both breathing loudly, adjusting to their positions. Ichigo lowered himself to capture her mouth, kissing her deeply. He could feel her slick dripping around him, allowing his cock to bury deeper. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, ripping a scream from Rukia. Her eyes rolled back, clinging to his shoulders as he set a punishing rhythm of almost pulling out fully then ramming back in. He could feel her walls tightening around him.

"Oh fuck, Ichigo, harder," Rukia moaned, her ankles crossing on his lower back to push him closer. He grabbed her legs and hooked them around his biceps, burying himself deeper. All Rukia could do was mumble unintelligibly as she felt his thrusts in her chest. Ichigo moved a hand to her clit and pressed down, moving in circles. He felt another gush down his thighs and got another scream from Rukia. He continued to pound into her, the sounds of their slick skin slapping together and their moaning the only sounds in the room.

Not too soon after, Ichigo felt the telltale signs of Rukia's peak. Her nails were digging into her skin and her voice had gone staccato. He pressed harder on her clit and leaned down to her ear.

"Come on baby, come for me," he whispered, pushing her to the edge. Rukia cried out, her body convulsing as she came, hard. She barely heard his choked-out moans over her own voice calling for him as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Ichigo followed soon after, pounding roughly into her, dragging her onto the edge again, sending her over as they came together, their mouths covering each other's moans. Ichigo spilled into her, hot and sticky, filling her until she overflowed. Their combined juices spilled out of her and onto their thighs, combining with their sweat.

Later, when they lay next to one another with their legs intertwined and Rukia's head over Ichigo's chest, he played with her hair, smoothing a strand down her back, his knuckles caressing her skin, making her shiver. She took a deep breath, stretching over his body.

"Ichigo," she called out in a whisper, sleep taking her under. He replied with a "hmm?" She raised her head to look at him. "You do know that I love you, right? I know I didn't say it before because of exams and my family being annoying and..." She gasped as Ichigo pressed over her, his eyes bright and soft. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her until she was seeing stars. He broke the kiss with a grin.

"I know, Kuchiki, I know. Your brother can be an ass though," he laughed at the small smack she gave his shoulder. She was going to say something else, but Ichigo thought it best to just keep kissing. Nothing else really needed to be said.

#ichirukimonth2023 #irmonth2023 #day 5: I solemnly swear I am up to no good #this was too long lol #I get carried away by the smut #Gryffindor/Ravenclaw IR supremacy #although Ichigo can also be a Slytherin #Slytherin/Hufflepuff is also good

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